Today I returned home in Lagos, Nigeria a bit deflated and I'll tell you why but first, let's get to the beginning....
I had spotted her just once enough to know that I wanted her. Turned out her mother had a shop near where I first spotted her, and my dad patronized them now and then.
Her name was "Mulkat" (I think) but she let me call her "Kat".
After about 2 weeks of simply saying "hi", I mustered the courage to go talk to Kat (after making sure her mum had gone home).
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My gosh. We talked and talked as if we'd known each other for ages. I walked her home and she showed me her house. We ended the night with a handshake (typical).
I couldn't get her out of my head all weekend. My mind subconsciously cooked up scenarios of me and her chatting - what I'll say and what she'll say.
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So imagine my shock when I came to see her today and realized that her stupid shop neighbor, on woman (who is probably close to her mother) ratted her out the first day and was threatening to do so again once she saw me pull up.
Kat said I couldn't come to the shop again for like atleast 2 weeks. I was stunned!
She didn't have a phone, I couldn't come to her shop and I well as hell couldn't come to her house (I dey craze?). Where did that leave me? This was only the start of something beautiful and see bad belle people just after one day!
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She eventually gave me a small window, Her facebook name. She didn't have a phone but that was better than nothing, right?
She wanted to know where I lived. I told her, teased if she wanted to visit and she replied she didn't have time. (she never did anything asides come to stay in her mum's shop all day while she waited for waec.
This situation, this exact situation was what I got myself into with another high girl (ss2) back at Ikola. Since she had no phone, It ultimately couldnt workout (even though I got through to first base).
What can I say? What can I do? This is the problem with girls in this phase of life, caged by their parents' rules, only took break free and wild once they hit the campus Gates.
What's the way forward for me?
I simply hope she contacts me on facebook. From there, I'll be able to control her to meet-up where ever.
But ultimately, it's not something I can put my mind on, let alone my heart (which I don't have).
But then again you can't blame those parents for shielding their daughters so, not that their fears won't come to pass eventually (because once they hit university, it will), but because of what I will do to their daughters.
By Richard Juwah
